Empress Seven was inside the Nine-Dragon Imperial Tomb, with several silver cockroaches around her.
Ever since the plague had first broken out, Silver Dust had stayed with her, questioning her constantly about it.
But the bee-headed empress kept playing dead. She said nothing, only sneered.
Li Tianming had been treating people infected with the gray plague on the imperial star and had not come in person.
Now, though, he had no other choice.
If this continued, the Tianming Dynasty across the Upper and Lower Star Ruins would collapse.
Li Tianming suspected the gray plague had almost certainly come from one of the remaining Eternal Beings. No one else possessed such power.
It drove home just how terrifying those Eternal Beings truly were!
Empress Seven might know a way to stop it.
At the very least, she might know where the gray plague had come from.
Soon, Li Tianming arrived at her room with Zi Zhen and Little Fish.
The bee-headed empress was a peerless beauty now, with a graceful, striking figure. Even her head was that of a beautiful woman.
At the sight of Li Tianming, Empress Seven gave a cold laugh but said nothing.
Li Tianming looked at her coldly. "Still not talking? Whose doing is this plague?"
Empress Seven chuckled and looked him up and down. "Emperor Tianming, are you finally getting anxious? Can you feel everything you have, the very foundation beneath your feet, slipping away...?"
Li Tianming knew she meant the All-Living Lines.
His imperial path was the inheritance of the Chaos Divine Emperor, and its foundation was the people.
Now, as the gray plague swept through the Upper and Lower Star Ruins, countless people were panicking. Those infected suffered terribly as their vitality ebbed away. Li Tianming's standing among the people was falling, and the